I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes love Story) part 13

"hey." he said, snapping me back to this hell of a reality.

"nobody is going to die tonight" he said.

"How do you know that? anything could happen..." I muttered.

"But we have eachother. I'll look out for you. Always."

he pulled me in for another tight squeeze.

Somehow, I believed him. But that didnt stop me from freaking the fuck out. Cause who's gonna look out for him?!

Night soon fell and we were both watching the front door. Well, mostly Oliver. He stood near the door with a knife in a ready to strike position. I sat on the stairs and leaned towards the railings, anxiously watching him. He occasionally peeked through the peep hole, surveying the outside thoroughly before glancing at me to give me that 'all clear' signal. We spent our afternoon locking up all the windows and the both of us pushed the grand piano all the way to the back door, thinking they might come from there. Oliver insisted we push the cream sofa too, just to make sure. Our living room was almost empty. It seemed so abandoned.

It was 9.30 and there were no signs of those men. Oh for fucks sake...I bit onto the skin of my index and nervously stared at Oliver. We waited and waited. Oli never once left the front door. I played around with the knife he handed me, lightly running it across my palm. I pray it doesn't come to the extend of me actually using this but deep inside, I know it would. What If one of us did get...you know...I closed my eyes and tried to shake the thoughts from my head. I opened them a few seconds later and Oliver was walking towards me. He slowly lowered himself next to me onto the stairs.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"yes.." I breathed, nodding my head slowly. Well obviously not!

he frowned at me slightly before shifting in closer till our thighs touched.

"Aria...look at me." he said and placed his hand on my knee.

"We will be all-"

he stopped the second we heard a knock at our front door. Both of our heads whipped towards the door. OH SHIT OH SHIT.

"get. behind. the counter. NOW." he whispered and pointed towards the kitchen area. I got up without hesitation and sprinted towards the kitchen. I dropped onto the floor and frantically crawled behind one of the cabinets. Oh fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my mouth with my hands. I was crying, and shaking, I was a quivering wreck! I slowly placed the knife down beside me and peeked out the cabinet to see Oliver gripping tightly onto his knife. What about him?! My heart was pounding like mad and I felt it in my throat. The knocking soon grew into violent pounding. SHIT IT'S THEM!

"Oliver get back!" I screamed for him. Before he could even run, the doors pushed open and in barged in 2 monsters.

"Get him." one of them growled and the next thing, Oliver started violently slashing his knife in front of him. He slashed one of them across his cheek and ugly fat monster fell face first onto the floor.

STAB THE NECK YOU IDIOT! THE NECK! I yelled in my mind. Fucking christ! I scampered back behind the cabinet and tried my best to control my breathing. I was panting so hard.

"Stop crying. Stop crying." I whispered to myself and cupped my mouth with my hands. My breathing was slowing down. My heart crash banged into my ribs when I heard a sickening thud. Oliver groaned loudly after and he sounded like he was coughing up blood. My breathing hitched and I was starting to tremble again. I slowly pulled myself up with shaky hands to peek once more. That very second I saw Oliver on the floor with a trail of blood flowing from his lip, I paled. My mouth dropped and my eyes shot wide at that brutal sight. That son of a bitch was staring down at him, looking pleased with what he's done. My eyes searched his body frantically but I realised he wasnt stabbed. Oh thank fuck.

GET UP! GET UP OLI! don't fucking do this to me! Tears starting flowing endlessly from my eyes. No this can't be happening. No...no he can't leave me alone like this! GET UP! I was screaming for him in my mind. The beast that oli slashed slowly got up from the floor. Fuck.

"Where is she?" he growled and kicked Oliver right at the chest. He groaned loudly and I winced. As much as I hated the sound of Oli in pain, I was so fucking glad he was still alive. He told me to never come out from behind the counter but I couldn't just hide there forever and watch him get beaten up! I had to do something. Oliver kept silent, laying motionless on the wooden floor. I can't let him do this. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. What I was about to do may cause me my life but I didnt care. Watching oliver bleed like that already killed me. I grabbed onto my knife and brought it towards my chest. I have to be the most stupidest bitch ever but I cannot let someone else suffer because of me. I took a deep breath and slowly stood up, with my feet like Jello-O.

"leave him alone!" I screamed and pointed the knife at them with my hands trembling like fuck. I was kinda hoping my knife would magically shoot bullets but fuck it.

both of their heads slowly turned towards me and their mouths twitched into a smile. Their knives were a whole lot longer and thicker. Shit.

"If you make this easy, it won't be as painful." One of those ugly monsters slurred and they both started chuckling. They had heavy Russian accents. They finally left Oliver and took slow, careful steps towards me. Eyeing me viciously as they did.

"S-stay back! ill fucking cut you!" I screamed. They both laughed, again. I was so small compared to the both of them. I was probably the height of their waists!

Oliver groaned at the sound of my voice.

"no..." he groaned again. "leave her..."he yelled and slowly tried lifting him self off the floor.
Without thinking, I sprinted towards the back door and stopped in my tracks when I've realised we've fucking sealed it! NOOOOO! I frantically tugged onto the sofa but it wouldn't move. Christ! it was no use. I turned around slowly and saw the both of them glaring down at me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"you tryna run little girl?"

I gulped and stood rooted to the ground infront of them, with my legs still trembling. Praying didnt help. No one could save us now. I saw Oliver limping towards them. Jesus Christ! he looked as though he survived a fucking accident with a monster truck.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" he screamed and stood behind them with the knife. I was going to die. I was going to be violently stabbed to death and so was Oliver. That was all that was running through my head. Hope was lost and it was almost like I was ready to die. My heart was rattling like a fucking jackhammer in my ribs. I could hear the screams of other women and men from all the domes around us. It was the worst kind of sound. It has begun. The both of them turned around and then exchanged smirks.

"Get her. I'll deal with the boy"

"No. Please, just leave us." I begged and cried but they never bought it. They were heartless.

One of the guys charged at me, grabbed me by my legs and threw me over his shoulder like some kinda rice sack. My knife slipped out of my sweaty hands and fell onto the floor. FOR FUCKS SAKE!
I struggled and wriggled, dug my nails into his skin even punched his back. But he wouldn't react to any of it.

"Please, please just let us go." I cried over and over again as he walked towards the stairs. He kept silent.

He turned around and mumbled something to the other guy in Russian. And when he did, I saw Oliver being man handled again by the other beast.

"don't hurt him! please!" I begged louder. But they just ignored. I reached my hand out for Oliver and he struggled to reach his hand out for me.

He gave him another blow to his stomach, making him groan loudly before holding him up by his hair. He treated oli like some fucking Ragdoll. I knew Oliver had already given up when he just simply let him. He stopped fighting back. And then I realised that there was nothing we could do. It was over.

I was gasping and crying at the same time, I wouldn't be surprised if I actually died of breathlessness. I couldn't bare the sight anymore. Oh oli...I'm so sorry...

He carried me up the stairs and into the room where he dropped me onto the floor.

*wrote this with a friend!* :)xo